Poetry to Image welcomed

Timid flower,
beauty lies
cloistered behind her petals,
draped
like temporary angels
waiting
for winter to pass.

She Is

she
is
waiting
for the sun
to mist away dew
giving herself over to life
giving herself life
that will shine
beneath
the
shade

waiting
wanting

wraithlike


I surrender





Mike

beauty's burst

restrained beauty
longs to speak
into the day

held to whisper
youth's eager thoughts
nature waits and contemplates

the moment's longing
holds the burst
waiting for the chorus

from soil, soul
bled

claw:maw
tender-tipped
with truth

Beauty
from beauty
bred

Nature's first
gre
en

is read.

in nature
great beauty
is often the most deadly

the most graceful ray
is not from the sun
but soft, silvered
it floats in winged gestures
'neath great oceans
and kills with a single thrust
of its barbed tail

a flower dressed in gold
and royal purple
delicately hides within it's tiny petals
venomous spines
an instinct to consume
what wanders too near
drawn by its aroma

the most deadly
is often disguised
in great beauty

upward reach toward
with everlasting sword
of life's eternal grace,
challenges met face to face.

Here follows the lascivious story of the Linda the Toothsome Lamprey, a tale of caution.



Linda was a lovely lamprey
all the girl eels were jealous
and all the boy eels wanted her,
to get with her, and suck face.

With a mouth like that,
she wasn't meant to tarry
burrowing toothily
on the coat tails of some
mammoth fish.

Linda attached herself
to a whale, who swam her
all the way to Hollywood.

She auditioned for Gossip Girl.

Director said:
"you've got quite a mouth,
but a flatchested girl
will never get far.

You roll with me,
on my casting couch
we'll set you up
with Pam Anderson's doc.

Sordid nights and hillocks of coke
Double D breasted Linda,
didn't recognize herself,
where had the blushing
belle of the eels gone?
How had she ended up
answering to a bald pig of a man?

She left that no good director,
and got herself a job
at a local topless Sushi shack,
doin' impressions and the occasional dance
till the pink of her lips had begun to fade.

When one day, chef ran out of unagi,
grabbed linda by her thin eel waist,
started at her tail, up to her screaming face,
the pink of her lips, all rouged in blood.

her eel friends back in lamprey high
all they had to remember her by,
were two silicone double D inserts
that floated down the tributary

The last thing I remembered
when remembering
was a thing
I could still do
was the head
and the teeth
purpled, dripping with animal hunger,
closing in
a maw of alien intent.
I knew I was not the first
man
to be devoured
by a Vesuvian Garworm.
I knew I would not
be
the last.